It took time for me to see we are different
We think different
We want different
You like your toast to stay bread
You long for familiarity
You know there is a chance that the toaster will burn it
Burn the bread so much so that you will be left with neither bread nor toast
But a mess of ashes like a shattered heart
And a smell filling your nose like memories fill your mind
Things change when bread becomes toast
Butters melt with the heat and everything become messier and harder to clean
Crumbs will fall slowly, just as you had for me
And I for you
I crave the warmth of toast.
Yes, it may seem hard to find the perfect setting on the toaster
But most things in life require trial and error anyways.
And the longer you wait, the more magnificent it is when you finally find it
I remember the day you told me you hated toast
I remember the day I realized you didn't love me
I spent so long looking for the perfect setting
And you played along the whole time, when you knew
You didn't even want it